Spider-Man test chapter

Plot: He wasn't sure how it happened, but one night, he went to sleep and woke up in the body of Peter Parker, AKA Spider-Man. One thing was for sure, he was going to make the most out of it.

Scene 1 -

"My last conscious thought was Wonder Woman's thighs," I realised out loud as I lay in bed.

A bed.

Not my bed. At least, it didn't used to be.

My life was a hazy mess. I could already feel myself forgetting names, places, my age, even what school or job I had originally been in. My memory of my last life was fading; all I knew for sure was that when I last slept in a bed, it took me a long time to get to sleep because I was battling against my mind, which was acting more ADHD than usual. I had been thinking about the most random things, it started with what ten aliens I'd have in my own personal Omnitrix, then it drifted to a movie I watched, then another movie I had seen with the same main actor. After that, I unwillingly revisited a random embarrassing moment of my childhood before I started thinking about superheroes, and then eventually ended my thoughts around the logic and practicality of several different costumes. I had just got around to thinking about Wonder Woman and her exposed and unarmoured legs while simultaneously praising the quality of said legs before I fell asleep.

And then, this morning, I woke up in a body that was not my own. A body belonging to one Peter Parker, AKA, Spider-Man. A guy that the majority of people would put on the Mount Rushmore of superheroes. Heck, Peter even came equipped with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben, both of whom checked and fussed over me. I managed to convince them that I was just sick and needed rest, truth be told I was just too shocked and stunned to move and needed the time to think. After I had finally recovered from my shock, I took note of several things.

First of all, let's make something very clear. The thing between Peter Parker's legs can and will only be described as a weapon of mass destruction. The kid had his curses, but for this particular thing, he was truly blessed.

Secondly, the mark on my wrist. I had been looking around the room when I had spotted it out of the corner of my eye. A bite mark on my wrist, it looked like it had faded somewhat and based on what I managed to hear from Aunt May, Peter had been on a science trip yesterday, likely where he got this mark, likely where he got bit by the spider that gave him his powers. But given that I am now him, does that mean I have powers?

For the first time since getting here, I felt a burst of energy and quickly got out of bed. I rushed over to the nearest wall and placed my hand against it like every single kid had ever done since watching Tobey Maguire's first Spider-Man film. It took a second, but eventually I could feel my hand stick to the wall. With a grin, I put my other hand on there and I started climbing up the wall. Two seconds later, I was hanging upside down from the ceiling, grinning like a madman. My grin eventually faded into a thoughtful frown as I aimed my hand at a pillow on my bed and made the classic Spider-Man hand gesture.

Nothing happened. No web shot out of my wrist.

Meaning, I wasn't exactly like that particular version of Spider-Man who had natural webs. Maybe instead of Tobey, I was more like the comic and Andrew Garfield's version, who had to make his own webshooters. And funnily enough, I was looking forward to doing that. I had inherited Peter's intelligence, his brains, his smarts and all of his knowledge. I could teach a college-level course on engineering if I wanted. But did I want to be exactly like Peter?

Hell no!

He might be in my top 3 greatest heroes of all time, but man does his life suck balls! A genius-level superhero who is constantly behind on rent with no paying job! Definitely not, if I'm doing hero stuff then at the very least I deserve a stable income. I might be Spider-Man now, but I sure as hell am going to do my own thing.

Scene 2 :

"I'm sorry, you want to give me a job?" I asked with disbelief as I walked alongside Logan, who was pushing Professor X's wheelchair.

"Not at all," Professor X AKA Charles Xavier replied. "I'm willing to offer you a more than decent wage to work for me while your company is starting up."

"Why would you want me to be one of your teachers?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I've seen your grades, Mr Parker. With how smart you are, I'm sure you could probably teach all of us a thing or two." Xavier smiled briefly. "But we both also know about your 'other' life. You have something that some of my students desperately need: experience. I'd like to see how you can handle them. I'd like to see if you can help them to not only control their powers, but also to master them. Just as you did with your own. You're an intelligent man, Mr Parker, as we both know. There aren't many who could create devices that can block my telepathy." He added while gesturing to the device on my ear that looked like a hearing aid.

"Yeah, I like to keep my head to myself." I shrugged, not sounding remotely apologetic. No matter how nice he might act, I was still going to take precautions against a guy who could fry brains with the smallest of thoughts. "I'll think about it in exchange for something. Help. Specifically yours," I added, gesturing to Wolverine. "I discovered a facility in Northern Canada, experimenting on mutants. I'd like you to join me. You in?"

"Definitely," Wolverine growled angrily, I couldn't help but smile as I stood not even five feet away from what many considered to be the greatest X-Man of all time. "I'm up for a fight, think you can handle it?" Wolverine asked me in a challenging voice. In response, four red spider legs shot out of my back and posed in the air threateningly.

"I reckon I will be fine." I smirked

Scene 3 :

"Come on, Mr Parker, please be reasonable. We both know very well that a man like yourself doesn't need a new R&D division, he just needs another million dollars. Think it over and get back to me," The voicemail ended and I snorted before closing my phone and going back to my laptop.

Parker Industries was going well, had been for the last year or so. It was a rough start but I had got it up and running, we weren't at Stark-Tech or even Oscorp levels yet, but everyone could tell that we would be there soon. Which was why I now had to deal with rich old farts constantly badgering me in an attempt to stop my success or to piggyback on it.

"Sir," Came the voice of my AI assistant, an idea I had admittedly stolen from Tony Stark. "Director Hill of Shield has sent a mesage, requiring your immediate assistance. She has instucted you to bring your most dangerous equipment as soon as possible."

"Crap, that sounds serious." I sighed as I got out of my chair. Locking the room, I quickly went over to a section of the wall, pressing my hand against a DNA scanner designed to look like an award, the wall slid open to reveal a mannequin with a holograph of my Spider-Man costume over it. I had chosen to base mine off of the Superior Spider-Man's costume, as cool as it was, it was not the costume I needed. I waved my hand and the holograph changed into that of the Iron-Spider, looking exactly like it did from the comic books. Nodding my head, the mannequin went down into the floor as the holograph dissepeared. Seconds later it came back up with the Iron Spider suit, I turned around and clicked my fingers the suit had moved by itself and quickly wrapped itself around me so that I was now inside. "Sometimes I just love my life."